As strange as it is, nowadays you can admit to having been raped or molested, and experience an increase in social status. If you do it very publically, you’ll be called brave, strong, and maybe even a hero. I mean no disrespect to those who had to endure real pain, and don’t make light of their problems. However, victimhood definitely sells, and stating the obvious is not evil. Sometimes fake victimhood works, too (as long as you don’t get caught).
Perhaps it’s even better when your story is halfway true, but you add more to it, for effect. Then it’s harder to be caught.
Just because, I decided to share my own stranger danger, molestation & almost rape stories. But I want you to remember one thing while reading them: they are absolutely true and they caused me no lasting damage whatsoever.
7 years old: The groping guy in our apartment complex
When I was about 7 years old, I was returning home from school. I was alone. I was walking up the stairs, and saw a young guy (late teens or 20s) staring at me. I passed him and right as I turned my back to him, he just grabbed my ass. I ran up the stairs. He only quit his groping and disappeared when I rang the doorbell. At the time, I didn’t understand his motivation, and thought he was trying to put something in my pants. Maybe a spider. It was pretty nasty and unpleasant. I didn’t tell my parents about this, and eventually stopped thinking about it.
5 years old: The very scary environmentalist
When I was 5, I played outside. I was behind my house. I saw a small passport photo on the ground, picked it up, and threw it into the basement window hole. After a few minutes I was going somewhere else, but a man suddenly grabbed my arm. He was tall, kinda fat and asian. He was very angry with me. I was terrified. I thought this was the dangerous stranger my parents told me about. The one who kills and hurts kids. The one you shouldn’t accept candy from. I was pretty sure I was doomed. But he lead me to the basement window hole, and started ranting about the fact that I threw two tiny pieces of paper in there. He demanded I crawl in there and pick it up. It was too deep for me though. Suddenly, about 3 guys appeared out on nowhere and defended me. One of them even got into the hole and got the paper out. I ran away before I could thank them, but wish I could have.
7 years old: The boys who kept ripping my clothes off
One summer, I went to a summer camp. One time, the kids planned to have a party in the middle of the night, instead of sleeping. That night, all the kids woke up and kept running around the dorm, causing chaos and “partying”. I was just trying to sleep through it, but the other kids turned the light on. The adults had no idea this was happening for quite a while. As I was trying to sleep, two specific boys kept harassing me. They would grab me and try to rip my underwear off, because they wanted to see a girl’s pussy. I fought them and mostly succeeded. They never got my underwear completely off. It was incredibly annoying and I just wished everyone would calm down and sleep. Eventually, the adults noticed what was going on, and forced everyone to go back to sleep.